Poetry

January 16, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Rob Walls

 

By

John Grey

 

 

Death In The Family

 

 

We live in a valley

surrounded by mountains.

Our setting gathers all the rainfall,

 

the strains of sunlight

through the peaks.

Our land’s so soft and green.

 

like Ireland in a cupped hand.

But today, we feel the

tragedy in the air,

 

the fluvial forces, the erosion,

the scattering of debris.

It’s Eden but we cannot

 

accept where we find ourselves:

numbed elbows propped up on a bar.

a street of heavily mortgaged houses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dating The Snake

 

 

At the end of their night together,

she kissed his lips

but avoided the fangs behind.

She was fully aware he was venomous

but there was something intriguing

about the flattering forked tongue.

The proud cocked head

and the long, slithery body

he could shed in an instant.

No, she didn’t love him.

Herpetology is, after all,

the study, not the embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

john grey

John Grey

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Perceptions and the anthology, No Achilles with work upcoming in Big Muddy Review, Gargoyle, Coal City Review and Nebo.

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